The Neruda Project: Song Four

"...The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye. The numberless heart of the wind beating above our loving silence. ...like a language full of wars and songs. ...assailed in the door of the summer’s wind." (translation by W.S. Mervin)

The Neruda Project: Song Four

"...The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye. The numberless heart of the wind beating above our loving silence. ...like a language full of wars and songs. ...assailed in the door of the summer’s wind." (translation by W.S. Mervin)